When my son, Harrison, was a newborn I felt like a slave to his schedule. When he would need his next diaper, bottle, nap…it felt like an endless cycle of dependency. I barely finished one activity before he raced off to the next without even moving from his swing. No sooner had I finished washing a bottle then he was napping, yet the moment I sat down to check email, he cried for a diaper.
Grocery shopping? Coffee dates with girlfriends? Even lazy strolls around the neighborhood? I tried to squeeze them in before poop number three & nap number two of the day, but it was rare that my day went seamlessly. “It will get better when he’s older,” I promised myself. He would be much more adjustable, much easier to take out when he was only napping once per day & eating like a normal human being.
These days, I am even more a slave to the schedule. Grab a meal on the run? You must be kidding or at least holding a gift card for a professional detail of my car. Granola bar crumbs get rather sticky when mixed with juice on car seating. Bathroom break? I’m currently wrestling 30 lbs of pure wild while trying to not get poop on my sweater, knowing that this is still easier than finding a clean public restroom. (Oh, potty training. I do not look forward to you!) Skip a nap? I’m pretty sure my tired toddler could make even Chuck Norris cry in a corner. & heaven forbid he drift asleep in his car seat for five minutes as I’m breaking every traffic rule trying to get home in time for naps — I can kiss my afternoon goodbye the moment his eyes shut.
Basically, I’m considering getting my toddler his own Outlook account, that’s how dedicated to his schedule we have become.
Does anyone else feel this way? When you have to toss up the schedule, do you just grit your teeth & go with it? Or do you have tips for becoming more easily adjusted?